Caesars. Paper Tigers. We Got To Leave. Zeneszám

On the North side of town, where the cold winds always blow.
Peoples faces are hard to see, noone that you know.
And on the South side of town the bad ones are carrying guns.
They are all the screaming and swearing, they even got the cops on the run.

The city is full of lonley hearts.
And all the gutters are filled with broken parts.
We got to get away, and make a brand new start.
We got to get away, before it falls apart.
You and me, you and me.
We can still make it, yeah we got to leave!

On the West side of town they say the streets are lined with gold.
But the all the peoples tongues are turing black from the lies they told.
On the East side of town you can hear someones baby cryin.
And when the kid grows up he?s going to turn into a mean old guy.

The city is full of lonley hearts.
And all the gutters are filled with broken parts.
We got to get away, and make a brand new start.
We got to get away, before it falls apart.
You and me, you and me.
We can still make it, yeah we got to leave!
You and me, you and me.
We can still make it, yeah we got to leave!

The city is full of lonley hearts.
And all the gutters are filled with broken parts.
We got to get away, and make a brand new start.
Got to get away, before it falls apart.

The city is full of lonley hearts.
And all the gutters are filled with broken parts.
We got to get away, and make a brand new start.
Got to get away, before it falls apart.
You and me, you and me.
We can still make it, yeah we got to leave!